Triple Overtime

THree nights ago I sat at Mullanes, my local sports bar in Fort Greene, and watched the Bruins blow a 3-1 lead in regulation. The two teams played two periods of overtime before the bartender asked, “You want the sound on?”

“I don’t know.” I’m a firm believer in not changing anything during a game.

The other watchers shrugged and Jim switched on the play-by-play. Halfway through the 3rd OT Blackhawks forward Andrew Shaw caroomed a shot from the point off the stick and leg of two teammates past Bruins goalie Tuukka Rask.

“Well, guess that’s a wrap.” Jim was happy for the game to end.

“Yeah.” I wasn’t blaming him. It had been a good game, but I learned a lesson.

If a tree falls in the forest, someone does hear it.

No more changing anything.

ps I watched the Spurs-Heat game and the NBA’s liberal use of commercials fucked up the flow of play.

I turned it off and went to sleep.

Fuck David Stern and fuck all those Fritos and Ford pick-up trucks ads.